The morning sun filters through the curtains as I braid my damp hair in the bathroom mirror. Evan sneaks up behind me, his strong arms circling my waist as his lips brush my cheek. Heat rises to my face. "You're going to make us late," I laugh, slipping from his grasp to rummage through my closet. I pull out black yoga pants and a dark blue tank top, perfect for training.

A knock interrupts us. I open the door to find Jace, Evan's second-in-command, waiting with an expectant smile. "Morning, ...